Veni, Vidi, Ventus --
The randomly chaotic and crafty scribblings of a deranged, wannabe artist allowed too many colours in her Crayon box.

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Wednesday, August 30, 2000

A pin drop

Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.

Have you ever stopped and just ... sat for a few minutes, and contemplated silence? Not just the lack of noise, per se, but true and absolute silence?

It's quiet in the house right now, but by no means silent. I am the only human awake, yet there's a soft house noise serenade whispering in my ears: the watery song of the fish tank filter, gurgling away, the occasional snuffling sounds of a happy cat blissfully gorging on catnip, the hum of the refrigerator, the melodic whir of the ceiling fan.

It's quiet, but by no means silent.

I've no idea what I would do with complete silence. To me, it would be somewhat overwhelming. I can understand how isolation chambers work now after considering all of this. The total lack of sensory input ...

Thank you, no.

What would you do with a few moments of true silence?

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